Whether you’re a man, or a woman, or a sea bird, or a piece of fishing equipment, or a wheelchair, this is the restroom for you.
A couple weeks ago, E and I drove up to Maine for a relaxing and romantic day walking along the beach. Since we chose the date based on when M was away on a Scout trip, rather than based on something as insignificant as the weather, this meant we were strolling along in a steady drizzle while temps were in the 50s. However, in the 5 years that we’ve known each other, we’ve never once gone to the ocean in any sort of weather that most people would consider beach weather. (Steady rain? Yes. Snow and ice on the ground? Yes. Strong winds? Yes. Warm temps and sun? No.) But we enjoyed our day together anyway.
I’m not sure if the water was especially high at the moment, or if the steps are meant to end in the Atlantic.
Notice the raindrops on the flowers.
There is probably an art to photographing spiderwebs; my guess it that sunlight sparkling off the raindrops would have helped.
As we walked back through the town, we stopped to explore a small cemetery. Way in the back was this unusual grave.
Yes, someone really did bury his dog in a cemetery otherwise filled with people. Why? As the back of the man’s tombstone said:
The man’s tombstone indicated his name and date of birth, but since no date of death had been etched in, he’d probably had it put up when the dog died, but he’s still alive. There’s no mention of the wife’s name though, so either she wasn’t big on pre-need tombstone etching, or the man was mainly focused on himself and the dog, despite what his inscription says.
And I love that E enjoys exploring and wondering about things like this just as much as I do!